| By the time you get this note
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| We’ll no longer be alive
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| We’ll have all gone up in smoke
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| There’ll be no way to reply
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| You’ll be wondering about the world that vanished long ago
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| And the words that reach you now
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| That were buried underground
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| Greetings to everyone in 1937
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| It seems that you were never aware that we were here
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| You’re probably too busy rejoicing in the present
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| To stop and be reminded of the dark and troubled past
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| By the time you get this note
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| We’ll no longer be alive
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| But our skulls are smiling still
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| At the thought of things to come
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| We can confidently know that you’ll enjoy a better world
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| When the evils that we faced
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| Will at last be laid to rest
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| When the poisons of the Earth
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| Are completely neutralized
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| When the hatred and the lies
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| Are forever put aside
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| When the voices of dissent and contradiction all abate
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| And the peaceful air is filled
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| With a silent harmony
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| We can’t be certain at the moment of this writing
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| But surely in the future there’ll be no barking dogs
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| The sound of crying babies will be thankfully forgotten
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| No more will the chattering classes make a noise
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| By the time you get this note
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| A millenium from now
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| We’ll have all gone up in smoke
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| There’ll be no way to reply
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| And we confidently know
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| You’ll enjoy a better time
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| When the evils that we faced
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| Will at last be laid to rest |